Musings of a pagan elder from the beautiful gardens of Wytchwood, located in Newfoundland, Canada

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Winter storm.

6:15 am and I've just finished clearing the two decks, stairs and pathway to the driveway. It's still too dark to do the driveway so will wait until daylight. Although we had somewhat of blizzard conditions yesterday, the snowfall wasn't as bad as I thought it would be on getting up this morning. Still, there was enough to bring out the shovels. Actually January temperatures have been surprisingly good. Hovering around minus 3, minus 5, most days.

Christmas was one of the best ones I've had in some time. My granddaughter flew in from Ontario, unbeknownst to me and the Tuesday before Xmas her and my daughter drove out from St. John's and surprised me. I was overjoyed to say the least. Best present ever. I figured I'd be sitting here alone once again. So, we had people in on the afternoon of Xmas eve and had a grand time. They had to go back after lunch on Xmas Day as Hilary had to fly back to Ontario the next day. I'm still smiling when I think about it.

Then a couple of days later I came down with the flu. I can't remember when I last had a cold or flu and don't know where it came from. I was feverish, terribly bad sore throat, bones aching, the whole scenario. I think I spent most of the week sleeping off and on during the days. However, I recouped pretty fast all things considered.

Now of course it's time to dream of working in the garden as the seed catalogues have started to arrive. I will be getting my note book out to start writing down plans and things that need to be done come spring.